Alternate World · December 28, 2026 · Boundary of District X38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVpWhqLs0w2
Wind drifted through the cracks of ruined buildings, gently brushing sand across Yu Yong-An's face. He stood at the edge of District X, a faded, forgotten warning sign swaying in the breeze, its blurred letters barely reading, "Unknown Risk / Do Not Enter."38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ24NyE52gaQ
Beneath his feet, the cracked concrete released twisting trails of dust with each step. District X lay beyond city surveillance, belonging to no administrative area. As Bai Zi-Ming had said—it was a place "that should not exist."38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWIPoYaT4Uo
Yu tightly gripped the cross in his pocket, left behind by Zhang Yi-An and passed by Li An-Qing before her death. Its cold, heavy weight felt as if it would pull him into an unseen abyss.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ381N6SVqmB
Temporal Boundary · Entering the Core38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmkUekUuAx1
At the heart of District X, time had lost its usual order.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDgbNogH14P
Walls varied from ancient moss-covered surfaces to unnaturally pristine textures; shadows and cracks clashed as though from different eras. His devices failed—no GPS, no network—only the cross remained, suddenly warm in his palm.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSC4t7YS5uw
He halted abruptly. A glowing countdown appeared upon the cross:38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuTHf6d6OJQ
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—3…38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡndia6z0YWw
Recurrence of Temporal Distortion38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡng8BhGiVtg
When "1" appeared, silence consumed everything, even the wind vanished. His vision blurred briefly as the surroundings trembled, damaged pipes reformed, glass fragments floated back into place, as though time reversed.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9UeUGqWzud
Then he saw—two figures appearing at the abandoned corridor's intersection:38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Of65Ugs3z
Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0LoaNDF5g5
Yu stood motionless, watching. This wasn't an image, but a residual reality. He heard nothing, felt nothing, but knew—this was the truth of that day.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8CosCRquH3
Fragments of Truth38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLjcUeuWt8D
Li An-Qing's lips moved silently. This time, Yu wasn't merely an observer; the cross vibrated gently, resonating with unheard words.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUfvGYdmJoU
Then a voice emerged, source unknown: "It's not your fault... but you must remember everything."38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7WjipqmALS
Li's form fractured into multiple overlapping images, each from different timelines forcibly merging.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlbUGnmHUeY
Temporal distortion surged violently. Yu involuntarily stepped back, surroundings stretching and collapsing like a dream.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuDEHxwZJKP
Zhang Yi-An looked directly at him—just for a brief moment, unmistakably real.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVCV3wA4SPZ
Awakening38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWCAh9xurHA
Yu Yong-An awoke sharply, lying on a cold, abandoned floor as dusk approached. Uncertain of how long he'd been unconscious, the cross was cold again, the countdown gone—as if nothing had occurred.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZcyuiRbzUc
He sat up slowly, the voice and gaze lingering vividly.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ62fTbw8zH9
Zhang Yi-An awaited him in another time, and Yu had just glimpsed the edge of truth.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQdcln5mKp1
The Promise of Four Fallen Leaves – Alternate World, December 28, 2026 · Depths of District X38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlotVruT9Qg
After Temporal Distortion · Awakening38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy0a6Nr5z3x
The icy concrete numbed Yu's back as he struggled awake, his vision foggy, mind chaotic.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAJrjSe8LDL
The words echoed: "You must remember everything."38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIvqT6zoFgx
He trembled, retrieving the cross from his jacket, now ordinary yet undeniably real.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgyUfK3dIFI
This wasn't a dream.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3jNBStjbsN
Physical Anomalies38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfjmsjFgvP3
Standing up, his body ached as if torn between dreams and reality. Dizziness forced him to steady himself. Memory fragments overlapped or vanished inexplicably—he knew this phenomenon: memory displacement.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxwUrEHkKFn
Residual Phenomena38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXOpQBlVPjR
Examining the surroundings, small details revealed anomalies—tiles mysteriously cracked, rust colored differently across timelines. Near a window, reflections briefly showed Zhang Yi-An and Li An-Qing.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVatvNGXx4p
Approaching, the figures vanished—a residual memory overlapping with reality.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKlN2jS0cfI
Residual Signal in the Cross38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQVmA9li7WD
Yu inspected the cross, noticing a newly formed gap. Carefully prying it open, a thin nano-chip emerged, inscribed:38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfOoZz17wC1
"Tuesday 04:11 / Reverse Axis"38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrfEOfiKReN
He inhaled sharply. This confirmed cyclical distortions—Zhang Yi-An knew it. But what was "Reverse Axis"—reversed time or another coordinate?38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc9HxegLlQB
He looked into District X's shadows, sensing an unnamed force still active.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDzEcEo7fIu
Internal Shift and Psychological Displacement38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6X6AYaVpKa
Before leaving, he revisited the distortion's origin, hearing a whisper—not hallucination, but his future self:38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxau6lLchDc
"You've activated the first point. The next lies where you thought you'd left. Remember Friday."38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdBXZ3xeAnZ
His heart skipped. His last memory before entering this world was Friday, May 17, 2024. The distortion alternated between Tuesdays and Fridays.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXiqKsSWPpg
He pocketed the cross and chip, resolve solidified.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcGBIjvDPAU
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Outside the Base: The Fated Moment38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs25epruBrV
Alternate World, December 28, 2026, late night · Outside LUOYEH Base38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZYhNhNlBkp
District X faded behind him, a silent shadow extending deeper through temporal fissures. Yu's steps were steady yet heavier. He carried only the cross, chip, and memories foreign to his past.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlLf1yxY4UI
Cycle Calculation and Self-Assessment38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW3DrBGxXmK
At a small inn beyond AI surveillance, Yu secured himself inside, logging observations offline:38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡObdWfxfSr9
First distortion: May 17, 2024 (Friday) / Tamsui exploration.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq0pSu3nkkn
Second distortion: December 22, 2026 (Tuesday) / Triggered at District X.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSk4tZcFt1s
Cycle interval: mirrored Tuesdays and Fridays.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDmynrUadyS
Inserting the chip into a modified terminal, decoding succeeded on the third attempt:38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVpHOXfaQBh
Countdown: 3 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr6B2Qmw6dq
This wasn't a fixed event countdown—it marked the next distortion.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc7XeyTPyeC
Reverse Axis Thought and Displacement38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdyoWrNRQrt
The chip revealed: "Observation: Reverse Axis0004 / Partial Time Rewrite"38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRwYNVh9pu2
After pondering all night, Yu concluded "Reverse Axis" could mean reversed temporal coordinates or forced identity replacement.
As dusk descended in utter silence, a forgotten audio recorder beneath the railway began to activate.
It was an old recording, long since converted into a digital wave format. But one fragment remained intact—perfectly preserved:
"I'm not you. But I know who you are."
At that exact moment, a crystal buried under the rail began to glow faintly. Its spiral light pattern didn't conform to anything known in this world.
An unexpected signal.A voice without a source.And a scene that shattered the moment the audio stopped playing.
As though, in another time and another self, someone was softly saying:
"There is still another you, already walking this path.
He noted:38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCoB6SeCDeP
"If memories repeat, don't resist."38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZVxFJd9JyI
"On Friday, I will face that unfamiliar temporal fracture again."38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfExhTruMQa
Self-Monitoring Amidst Displacement38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAZrsVKK2c0
Yu started "time status monitoring," recording: "December 22, 03:05 am. Memory intact. Identity: Yu Yong-An. No overlapping visuals or auditory disturbances."38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5UvFj3afx3
Logs scheduled every six hours with questions:38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmGTMNauo30
Who am I?38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1UIRlBgT5X
What am I remembering?38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡabRuu6I10l
Am I seeing inconsistencies with reality?38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAOERyrHYZZ
This protected the existence of "which version" of himself.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVi1OdLEMjv
Silent Determination · Preparation for Friday38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9p6nJIY21Z
In the modest room, he gazed at a worn mirror until dawn.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOQFhwvDGIW
If Zhang Yi-An vanished through time and Yu was chosen as "another him," this wasn't merely seeking truth—but a full replacement.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmcrTk6Cdny
The chip's words echoed:38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKto9GhZmKd
"You must remember everything."38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡspEQSK15Oa
Countdown: 2 days, 23 hours, 55 minutes.
Friday approached again.38Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKi7sX8mUB2
This time, he was ready.
January 1, 2027 (Friday)
At that moment, all the light rain stopped.
Raindrops hung frozen in midair. Light stood still, suspended in vertical silence.
Local time-space coordinates had ceased functioning. Every visible display read the same line:
2027.01.01 // 00:00:00
The timestamp appeared across mirrors, skylights, phone screens.In several places, people stood immobile.In others—they were simply gone.
But one figure remained.He stood before a mirror.And in his eyes, that same timecode appeared:
00:00:00
It was you.
A silver arc of time suddenly unfolded before them.
Li An-Qing stood at the edge of that unstable rail. Her eyes no longer seemed like physical organs but flickered like layered code—scrolling between systems, ages, and archives.
"Do you still remember me?"
There was no space between them, and yet, they could not reach each other.
"When he discovered Reverse Axis, did he still remember you—the version of you that looked into his eyes?"
Yang An-Ting took a step forward.That single step lit up the edge of time.
Li An-Qing's outline blurred and bent. She became a prism of overlapping timelines, her presence glitching softly like corrupted memory.
"But you're still here."
"And I still remember you."
"Then that's enough."
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and then Add to home screen.